ofthursday: (I used to hear it all so loud [Somber])
Castiel ([personal profile] ofthursday) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs 2013-11-13 05:15 am (UTC)

Castiel wasn't really expecting the kiss, mostly because he wasn't expecting her to go from being upset to affectionate; when Castiel was stressed out or caught up in some traumatic memory he usually didn't like people touching him. He was still learning that not everyone reacted the same way.

He responded to the kiss gently, closing his eyes and letting himself take solace from the connection as well, only opening them again as she pulled away. He leaned his face a little into her hand, bringing one of his own up to cover hers gently, staring back at her for a few moments until her comment when his gaze dropped to where his other hand set on his lap. He didn't have to nod to show his agreement with her statement.

Castiel hadn't thought, much, about what all had happened. He'd focused outward as much as possible, learning to live as a human and take care of himself, making some friends and trying a spell, figuring out how to get by with his loss and experiencing some of the fun things about life. Bonding with Meg, and having Dean around.

There had been no reason, and he'd had no desire, to dwell on what had happened to him. What Naomi had done was so huge and insurmountable that he knew it would crush him if he focused too much on it; that his memories had been erased and false ones crated in their place, that his personality had been modified to be more docile and obedient, that he'd been forced to do Naomi's will and then not even know about it were such enormous and horrifying things that he couldn't think about them. He had no idea who he was, and now he didn't know what he was either, because he had tried to do something to make things right and he'd been so stupid. Metatron had betrayed him and smirked at him as he cut out his grace, and yet again he'd ended up just being a tool for others to use in their plans.

He didn't realize his fingers were shaking at first, until he felt what he thought was the hand Meg had on his face moving and then figured out it was actually his moving against hers. He dropped his hand to his lap with the other one, clenching his hands into fists to try to hide it, suddenly embarrassed and that making all the other emotions suddenly coming up even worse.

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